Dean had walked Sam home from school. They'd been here a week and a half and they expected to be leaving soon. Dean pushes the motel door open and drops his bag, a 20 dollar note and makes Sam a drink.
"Hey I'm going to Ashley's." He says throwing the remote at the younger kid. Sam just nods pulling out some homework. Such a good kid. Dean smiled on his way out tucking his phone into his pocket. Sam knew they'd be leaving but he was always sure to finish the homework. Even if he never got to hand it in.
Ashley was one of the popular girls at the new school. She'd invited him out to a local bar and Dean had a good feeling he was gonna get lucky. He was a charmer even at 16. The night seemed to fly by with Dean buying drinks and flirting telling lie and lie. Anything to get into her pants really.

It was late really, something like 12:30pm and the bar was just getting busy. Ashley leaned over and kissed Dean and he slid his hand under her skirt to her thigh. Here we go, he thinks to himself where a huge hand lands on his shoulder.
"Sorry man I was here fir-" He stops, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. His body just froze. The smirk gone. With one killer look the girl is gone and the man slides into her vacant seat. This can't be good. The man's hand leaves Dean's shoulder but the weight of it is still there.
"Hello Son." He says with a thick voice. Dean's eyes shut for just a second longer than they need to.
"Dad, I can explain!" Dean offers holding his hands up in surrender. He's already dog food.

"Really? Lets see you try because if you tell me you brought Sam here. You're dead and if you left him home alone you are also dead." He says with a big wide smile. John throws back his drink, groaning at the after burn. Dean's heart is racing. He's so still. "Get up. We're leaving." John demands pulling Dean out by the back of his shirt into the car. The impala is cold. John'd been there a while or the engine would still be warm. How long had he been watching?
The motel isn't that far away so Dean's back before he knows it. But Sam isn't in front of the TV like he normally was when Dean got home. John checks the beds. He's not there either. John's eyes fall back to Dean and with one quick blow knocks his son down.
"I ASKED YOU TO WATCH HIM!" He bellows pointing at the boy sprawled out on the floor, holding his cheek in his hand. His eyes water and John kicks him straight in the stomach. "Crying is for girls. Stay here in case he comes back. I'll check the neighborhood." He says with clenched teeth, slamming the door behind him. Dean stays on the floor clutching at his stomach until he get's the strength to stand. His eyes are still streaming but he swipes the tears away, sniffling.
From his pocket he pulls out his phone dialing one of his speed dial numbers. "Bobby?" he sniffles again.
"Dean?!" the gruffer voice replies.
"Sam's gone." Dean explains pulling his shirt up in the mirror to assess the damage. He can hear Bobby sigh. "You still in Louisiana?" He asks and Dean 'M-hm's' "Okay, I'm on my way." The line cuts off. Dean just sinks down onto one of the beds. Waiting.

When he hears the door open he expects it to be Bobby, but it's not. It's John. Alone. Dean just turns curls back up, head in the pillow until John grabs at him and starts laying into him. Punches everywhere.
"I'M SORRY!" Dean screams at the top of his lungs. "DAD PLEASE!" He cried not even putting up a fight "STOP DAD PLEASE!" He begs as his face is punched and punches over and over. Dean doesn't hear the door go but Bobby takes a swing at John.
"PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER YOU IDJIT!" He screams. "You just lost one son, so let's not try and kill your only other one." He watches John as he carefully picks Dean up and carries him outside and into his Truck. He's gonna need the hospital.